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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- He On The HillHe on the hill is abhorrentHe never lifts his gunNo back upThe light up on this soldier’s faithGently fold the flag as they gather around the graveThe wildest chase has ended on this dayHe on the hill gives the orderHe wags the body of the dogNo remorseWatch the forces fight as oneGently fold the flag as they gather around the graveThe wildest chase has ended on this daySave me before my eyes are closedFinally dreamingPieces of me want to understandPieces of me want to joinPieces of me feel the pullPieces of me all there isGently fold the flag as they gather around the graveThe wildest chase has ended on this dayHe on the hill bears no scratchesHe is the neighborhood kingNo trialsJust miles on his weekend rideSave me before my eyes are closedFinally dreamingSave me before my eyes are closedFinally dreamingStephen Murphy - Drums, GuitarNick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar, Vocals5 min
- 4 min
- Purple Painted ChildFinally in this life there’s something worth living forThe purple painted childI knew she was special from the moment I closed the doorThe purple painted childShe was magical not maliciousThe purple painted childBut if you knew her story you’d agree she had her reasonsSave a last round of applause for…The urchin that couldGraced with hellfire eyes that see through a ruseShe’s my purple painted childUsually when you see someone different you hesitateThe purple painted childHer ambiance shone like a bouquet of electric flowersThe purple painted childShe was vibrant and exoticThe purple painted childAnd if you took the time to listen you’d find her a miracleSave a last round of applause for…The urchin that couldGraced with hellfire eyes that see through a ruseShe’s my purple painted childThe water doesn’t come to her kneesBut she cares enough to make everyone safeShe’s been dragged through mudBut she don’t careEverything she touched shone in so many new colorsThe purple painted childThey knew she was special because she brought everyone togetherThe purple painted childShe was peaceful and creativeThe purple painted childAnd if you know human nature you know why she soon was quietedSave a last round of applause for…The urchin that couldGraced with hellfire eyes that see through a ruseShe’s my purple painted childThe ones who fear always want to stifle the singularThe purple painted childThey knew she would change us if we only gave her a chanceThe purple painted childShe's enthralling not maliciousThe purple painted childBut to their eyes she never even had a chanceNick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, VocalsCarl Cunningham - BassStephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals5 min
- Cold Comes QuicklyThe sign on the bottle is illusionJust a motto you can readThe finest inhalants carry warningOf fortunes that bleedSign away, you’re liable to go up in smoke on this very dayHold the phoneNo one homeCold comes quicklyThe heightened awareness just a fortress you can useThe speaking voice is growing louderTo spread the newsLive hard now or forever acceptYour future is one of restraintHold the phoneNo one homeCold comes quicklyIf you see me you can come curl up in my lightAnd break bread with those you thought were unkind for a timeResolve that and so much moreYour time is ripeHold the phoneNo one homeCold comes quicklySpinning sideways through the light and they will try to…(Cold comes…)High wire actNeedle haystack…(Cold comes…)Needlessly we try to come correctAnd that’s why the…(Cold comes…)You’re so sicklyCold comes quicklyCold comes…Cold comes…The sign on the bottle is illusionJust a motto you can readThe finest inhalants carry warningOf fortunes that bleedSign away, you’re liable to go up in smoke on this very dayHold the phoneNo one homeCold comes quicklySpinning sideways through the light and they will try to…(Cold comes…)High wire actNeedle haystack…(Cold comes…)Needlessly we try to come correctAnd that’s why the…(Cold comes…)You’re so sicklyCold comes quicklyCold comes…Cold comes…Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar, Vocals6 min
- 4 min
- 4 min
- Early FrostAble bodiedStronger than truthHeld in my armsYou’re forever youngRetreat from thawA skeptic entombedHeld at arm’s lengthAdonis in bloomAn early frostA code in blueWild grass blowsWhat never frozeNow crystal plumeMy crystal plumeAn early frostA code in blueCathartic breezeThe rarest airForging anewYour chosen formA lasting glareFuels the veinsA hint of glassYour favorite moodAble bodiedStronger than truthHeld in my armsYou’re forever youngRetreat from thawA skeptic entombedHeld at arm’s lengthAdonis in bloomBass, Vocals - Nick NunziataGuitar - Micah RobinsonBacking Vocals - Stephen MurphyDrums, Guitar - John Makarewicz5 min
- So Many More ColorsYou cannot claw your way back homeEverything is just around the curveSo many more colors yet to paint withAnd the canvas is everywhere your eyes can seeYou cannot claw your way back homeEverything is just around the curveSo many more colors yet to paint withAnd the canvas is everywhere your eyes can seeBlazing fast like a runaway steedDig your spurs into its sideCastoff dangers and long shot arrowsThey watch you ride on byYou cannot claw your way back homeEverything is just around the curveSo many more colors yet to paint withAnd the canvas is everywhere your eyes can seeBlazing fast like a runaway steedDig your spurs into its sideCastoff dangers and long shot arrowsThey watch you ride on byDrums - Robert ThigpenGuitar, Vocals - Nick NunziataBass - Carl CunninghamGuitar - Stephen Murphy4 min
- 4 min
- 5 min
About Brownwall
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We make music for our own sanity. Whatever mood strikes. Whomever from the circle is available. For over two decades. Cheapest therapy in the world. We hope you find some joy in it too.